Rapsody, C. S. Armstrong - How Does It Feel lyrics

Speaking of love tell me how does it feel
(How does it feel, how does it feel)
Speaking of peace tell me how does it feel
(How does it feel, how does it feel)

I feel like the weight of the world here
I can’t protect you from it like
I used to do past years
So, I leave it all in God’s
Hands and pray like the pastors
I know the world tough
Wish I could hide it like cashmere
Wool over your eyes
Though we hunger like fast here for truth
In your youth your only problem was mad beer
Now the glass empty and you fill it mad tears
Cause peace don't come cheap when
You paying like cab fare
Yea, and, war is a beast right?
Looking at the stars like we
Used to do all night
And, I'm wishing on 'em all
Hoping that you are alright
Thinking of the days we used to
Chill and drink tall Sprites
Life was simple, just work and pay bills off
Now you far away fighting
Feeling like Bill Maher these real times
Tryna understand what you kill for
How it feel heavy like the
Weight of a steel door
And, still I open up and
Share with you heavy hearts
Praying for my brother in
Afghanistan fighting war
Against brothers that you’d probably
Mistake him for it feel like we all need
To love and pray more speaking of love
Tell me how does it feel
(How does it feel, how does it feel)
Speaking of peace tell me how does it feel
(How does it feel, how does it feel)

It touch like the saddest of sad songs
We all know somebody that
Remind us like Trayvon
My mind used to tell me "girls
We gotta just pray for 'em
Cause hate ain't born in you
It's just something they raised on"
Shoot 'til the fade gone and practice decease
We gotta fight cause we can
Overcome and we don't compete
I got the gift of gab like Gab Douglas
Just gotta reach out
The bars are in my hand
They can't stand like the beach house
The flow, I finally see now
The ones that hate the most just want
To be where we be now
Another day running to makeup
Like the sad clown
Reverse roles they use to hold
All of us all down
Yo, it came to me like Dan Brown
Da Vinci code
We all seeking truth they don't
Want us to know
Yo, like what we really all fighting fo’?
It you ask me yall we all
Need to just pray mo’
For friends, family, and our sanity mostly
I'm out here writing for
My freedom like Stokely
Carmike - I write all day and all night
And it feel like love alright, well alright
Speaking of love tell me how does it feel
(How does it feel, how does it feel)
Speaking of peace tell me how does it feel
(How does it feel, how does it feel)